Date: Sun, 24 Sep 2006 06:07:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman
Subject: Catfish Rides Again 9
Catfish Rides Again 9
By Bald Hairy Man
This is an adult story for adult men who are interested in man to man sex.
If you aren't interested DON'T READ IT. If you have any comments, write
bldhrymn@yahoo.com.
Halsey was still up tight. I massaged his shoulders. He relaxed a
little. It took a while but he finally calmed down. We chatted and he told
me about his life. He had been a geologist with a family and a career. "I
fucked up bad," he said. "I almost had it back together again when I got
this shit ass job."
"The job sounds okay to me," I said.
"That's all it is," he said. "It sounds okay, but it's just table
scraps. The hope is they can gum up the works for one of the real
exploration companies and get a settlement in a law suit."
"No profit sharing?"
Halsey laughed. "No chance," he said. "It's just a line to feed a redneck."
"I like you too."
He looked up at me. "Sorry about that," he said. "I didn't mean it that
way. I can be an asshole."
"Shit, everyone can be an asshole," I said. I kept on massaging his
shoulders and he continued to talk. "You were on the wagon for a while?"
"Five years," Halsey said.
"What knocked you off?"
"It was a month or so ago," he said. He was quiet. "I don't want to go
there."
I didn't want to press it, so I continued rubbing his back. His cock was
beginning to firm up. "Looking good," I said.
"Sorry about that," Halsey said.
"I've got no problem with hard cocks," I said.
"You've got a nice one," he said. "I have a problem getting up."
"Not tonight," I said. I reached over and stroked his cock. A bead of pre
cum emerged. "Working up a head of steam?"
"I guess I am," he said.
"I can help out with it, if you want?" I asked. Halsey didn't say
anything. I took that as a yes. I licked his cock head. He twitched and
shot a single glob of cum into my mouth.
"You are ripe," I said.
"It's been a long while," Halsey said. "It felt good." Apparently it was a
single shot, so I went back to his cock. He just sat there without
reacting. His cock was drooling pre cum non stop, so I knew he enjoyed it.
Fifteen minutes later he let loose. I have no idea when he had last shot
off, but there must have had a month's supply of cum saved up. I sucked and
swallowed, then did it again. His cum was creamy and thick. He stopped
shooting, but I continued to suck and coaxed more cum from his balls. More
came then the drooling stopped. Halsey's cock stayed hard, so I continued.
Five or ten minutes later, Halsey had a second major orgasm. It wasn't as
big as the first, but it was still good.
"I don't believe I did that," Halsey moaned.
"Believe it," I said. "You got more cream stored up?" Halsey didn't
answer, so I kept on sucking. A half hour later he had a third orgasm.
"Do I need to suck you?" Halsey whispered.
"Do you like to suck cock?" I asked.
"Never done it," he said. "I owe you."
"You don't owe me nothing," I said. "Some of the boys here like to suck. To
tell you the truth, you're the first triple header I've ever had. I
enjoyed it. Have you been sucked before?"
"Once when I was in college," he replied. "It was okay, but nothing like
you. I'm not too experienced, but I would guess you're good at it?"
"You'd guess right."
Halsey went off to his tent. I returned to mine. Reggie was still awake
and I slipped into his ass again. This time we didn't have an audience.
It was just Reggie's ass and my cock. This time his ass opened and took it
effortlessly. His ass quivered in excitement as I pushed in. I must have
fucked him for a half hour or so, then I shot off and fell asleep.
The next day I went with Halsey again. It was more productive. When we got
back to camp, we found a note from Sid. He wrote he was going to do some
research in D.C. He would be back in several days.
He left some supplies, but no booze. Halsey was looking shocked. He was
depending getting a new supply. I was feeling sorry for Halsey. I saw
Reggie knew what Halsey was going through. I decided to make dinner. There
wasn't much to work with, but I made a good meal. That was appreciated by
all the guys. I'm not a good cook but I was a hell of a lot better than
the other men.
Halsey was getting the shakes, but the food helped. It was a hot day so we
went to the stream to cool off. Halsey joined us this time. The water was
cool and pleasant. We had a good time. Halsey was a bit standoffish, but
when he got out of the water he was sporting a hard cock. That made a
friend of Sean. Sean wasn't the shy type and soon he deep throated it.
Halsey was well hung, but more long than thick. Sean had no problem with
it.
I was with Juan and Reggie. Juan was sucking Reggie, so I decided to help
my self to Juan's meat. His cock twitched when my lips touched it, but he
didn't shoot. I knew he was cocked and ready to shoot, so I was careful.
You didn't need to be too careful though. He had a recharge time of ten
minutes. When I was his age, I could shoot off four or five times a day. I
wondered if Juan had a limit. I was pretty sure Sean didn't have a
limit. He was one horny cocksucker.
Everyone had a good time. After a few minutes everyone was relaxed and
playing. Halsey had been uneasy about sucking me, but he had no problem
sucking Sean. When I say he had no problem sucking, I mean no problem.
Halsey was like a starving man who found himself at a banquet. Maybe he
liked younger men, or perhaps a middle-aged fur ball wasn't his vision of
the sexual partner of his dreams. He hit it off with Sean. Later he got it
on with Juan too.
We sucked our way into the night. Eventually Halsey worked his way to
me. He looked at me sheepishly. "This cock sucking can kind of grow on
you," he said as he leaned over to suck me.
"I see you got the hang of it," I said. He had a little trouble taking my
cock, but he was working at it. I appreciated the effort.
The next day Halsey was feeling better. I have always been of the opinion
lots of sex can dent the edge of alcoholic withdrawal. Halsey was surprised
that he was sporting first rate woodies for the first time in years. All
of his equipment was in working order, even if a bit rusty. Sean may have
inspired a rebirth of sexual interest in him. I went with Reggie and
Halsey took the two younger men.
Reggie and I had a long time to talk as we were in no rush to find more
property lines. "Halsey had a good time last night." I said.
"He seemed to get into the swing, didn't he?" Reggie replied, "I feel sorry
for him. I've been there. I know what he's going through."
"He told me he had been clean for a couple of years," I said. "What pushed
him out of the wagon?"
"Something bad." Reggie said. "I don't know exactly, but I think someone
died. A woman maybe. We tied one on one night and that's what I could make
out."
"You weren't as drunk as he was?"
"Shit, no one could have been as drunk as he was," Reggie replied
chuckling. "That boy was a hollow leg when it comes to rot-gut vodka. He's
a nice guy I think. I really need the money. There's no way I'm qualified
for the job. He knew that."
"Does Sid show up often? He's the boss."
"Sid's active some times, and sometimes he's really laid back," Reggie
said. "When they interviewed me, I had to take a piss. There was a packet
of white powder in a shaving kit in the bathroom. Halsey doesn't shave."
"That would explain mood swings," I said. "Was it coke, or heroin?"
"I'm not into that stuff myself. I favor the old vices, booze and
fornication," Reggie said. "From the way Halsey talked it might have been
more high powered. Crack maybe? Crystal Meth?"
"Damn, I hate new fangled drugs. I haven't even tried the old ones," I
said. "It makes me feel old."
"If you're worried about looking old, don't look in the mirror," Reggie
said. We laughed.
"Thank God you can still fuck like a rabbit when you're over the hill," I
said. "I've got the cock of a fifteen-year-old."
"I've got the ass," Reggie said. "I don't want you to get a big head, but
your cock sends me to the moon. I'd forgotten I could feel that much."
"I have a warm spot for size queens," I said.
"I hate to tell you, but I wasn't a size queen until I met you," Reggie
said. "You converted me." He looked at me. "You aren't one of us, are
you?"
"What do you mean?"
"You ain't a fuck up," Reggie said, "You're after something."
"Does that bother you?"
"I hope you're after Sid," Bernie said. "I'd hate for anything bad to
happen to Halsey."
"I hope he's all right," I said. "I think he's a nice guy." Things were
falling into place. Sid was a likely suspect and his drug problem might
explain the brutality. Knowing and proving aren't the same thing. I might
be able to get Halsey to turn Sid in, but I know a bad witness when I meet
one. A good defense attorney could turn Halsey into jell-O in ten minutes.
Sid returned that evening. He brought booze and Halsey couldn't resist. Sid
and Halsey stayed to themselves. Sid gave us more detailed maps and we went
over them and went to bed. Gunshots woke me an hour later. Sid was all
hopped up and he was shooting into the air and screaming like a banshee. It
took a few seconds for us to realize he was having hallucinations.
Armed men with delusions are bad. We were hiding in our tent. I could hear
Sid screaming, but there was no sound from Halsey.
"You can't get away. I'll get you!" Sid screamed then he ran off into the
woods. I got up and raced over to their tent. Halsey was under his cot not
moving. I felt his pulse. He was alive. I grabbed him and dragged him to
our tent.
"It's time to get out of Dodge," Sean said. My car was about a quarter of a
mile away. It seemed Sid was off in the other direction. Halsey had a
bump on his head, but it was clearly better to get away than to figure out
exactly how badly he had been hurt.
Sean and Juan carried Halsey as we ran for the car. It was a dark night,
but we made it. I was afraid Sid might have disabled the rust bomb, but it
was fine. As I turned it on, we heard a gunshot, but it wasn't that close.
We got away.
I didn't know exactly where we were, but we came to a major road in fifteen
minutes. Five minutes later we found a milage sign. Wythetown was 22 miles
away. Sean took the wheel and I checked out Halsey. He was still out cold,
but he had a pulse. When we got to Wythetown we went directly to the police
station.
Rollie was on duty. He called the rescue squad for Halsey as I gave him
information about Sid. I had just begun telling my story when a call came
in about shots being fired at a farm. A few minutes later a motorist
reported gun shots. Immediately Rollie had the entire police force on the
way as well as the state police.
By the time the Police Chief Thomson got to the station, Rollie was
tracking the calls with push pins on a large county map. Sid was heading
toward Wythetown. It not every day that a small town police department has
a drugged up, homicidal maniac on its hands. For people use to writing
parking tickets and drunk and disorderly arrests, this was a dream come
true. They could show their metal. Thomson was impressive and decisive. I
had ben wrong about him.
The calls stopped for about a half an hour, then there was a call from a
secluded cabin. Some one had been shot there. It was one in the morning,
but every light in Wythetown was on. Policemen and Sheriff's Deputies were
everywhere. State Trooper's cruisers began to arrive. I went out of the
station to get some fresh air. There were flashing lights and sirens
everywhere. By the sirens had stopped. Several State Police copters were
waiting for morning, as were K-9 teams from all over the state. At dawn
they would be ready.
I would guess 70% of the town's residents were hunters, so there was no
shortage of arms. I was more worried about people shooting their
neighbors, than getting Sid. The local radios stations set up a remote
broadcast from the Police station. Chief Thomson and the Town Manager,
woman named Elisabeth Rollins, were calm and helpful.
Three EMTs worked on Halsey, but they couldn't get him to wake up. There
was a huge gash in his head and one of his fingers almost had been cut
off. There was a med-evac copter on the way. The local doctor thought
Halsey's non responsiveness might be due to blood loss, rather than a
cranial fracture. It had been dark and hadn't realized how much he was
bleeding. The four of us looked liked something out of a grade B horror
movie. We were covered in blood.
I was going to take the police to the camp site, but Thomson wouldn't allow
that until day light. "Too much opportunity for an ambush," he said.
Sean went with Halsey on the copter to the University Hospital. I saw the
diner had opened. I went with Juan and Reggie to see Andy. Some coffee
would be good, but a shower would be better. We were lucky Andy was
there. The Troopers, deputies and cops at the diner didn't think well of
three, blood-covered red-necks. Andy vouched for us. Once that was
straight, all was well. I got to shower. It was hard to get the dried
blood off. Andy had a herbal body wash that worked well. Andy gave one of
his tee shirts to replace my blood soaked one. It was one of those
spaghetti strapped things. Since Andy was twice my size, I was all but
shirtless.
When I was cleaned up, I returned to the diner for some food. Most of the
men and women at the diner were K-9 tracking units. I gave them detailed
descriptions of Sid. They appreciated that. Trooper Fluffy loved me. Fluffy
was big tan dog with brown eyes.
Fluffy's partner, a big trooper who looked like Bluto was
impressed. "Fluffy must think you're a relative," he joked. "Damn, you're a
hair ball." I looked at my chest. The body wash had fluffed up my chest
and shoulder hair. It looked as if I had a halo of two or three inches of
hair surrounding my body.
"Damn, it looks as if I've had it teased," I said.
"I'd sure love to see what Queer Eye for the Straight guy could do with
you," another trooper said. He was a blond, crew cut type.
"I'm not sure your taste for fishnet tank tops is just right for you," the
man who looked like Bluto said, imitating one of the queer guys. Our eyes
met. He looked away quickly. I noticed something about him that I guessed
he didn't know himself.
The sun was coming up. I went back to the police station. They had
cancelled school and the town had begun to look like an armed camp. There
had been no shots since 2:30 that morning. I went with Bluto, Fluffy and
the crew cut blond to our camp. Bluto's name was Robert Delance and his
partner was Frank. I had called Robert Bluto and he liked it. A second K-9
crew came with us. The other ones went to the places where shots were
fired.
Frank gave Fluffy a sniff of Sid's clothes and Fluffy went crazy. "Is she a
drug sniffer too?" I asked.
"You got it," Bluto said. "Fetch!" he commanded. Fluffy went right to
Sid's backpack. "Good dog!" Bluto said it was crack cocaine. Sid's car
hadn't been moved, so he was on foot. Another team of troopers would watch
it in case he circled back to make his get away.
"I guess he doesn't take it well," I said.
"That's the way it looks to me," Bluto said. "Are you ready to do some
tracking, Fluffy?" Of course the dog said yes. "How about you, Catfish?"
"Sure, it's nice day for a walk in the woods," I said. I went to my tent
and got some bug repellant. I sprayed the troopers and me, then we set
off. After a half hour we came by a camp sight. It had been trashed and the
tent cut up, but there was no blood. Who ever have been there either was
with Sid, or had escaped. Bluto called for more back up. We found a
clearing nearby and had them send in copters. Ten minutes later a search
and rescue team arrived. They would look for the campers as we continued
looking for Sid.